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Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Writer and The Written

Angeli floats gently above a grassy knoll with a backdrop of stars. Several small daises in a clump accompany her. Eyes closed, her face looks longingly upwards.

Bryant sits writing with a pocket sized pad and pen in a desert under the same stars. He is joined by a tumble weed, a cactus, and a small fire.

BRYANT. (Reading what he's written) A map of the stars and planets was foreign to her.

ANGELI. (Descending and opening her eyes, looking at the ground) I Stepped out into daylight, foot falling onto soft grass. (To Stars) Good night, good night, my pale friends. Let us make this one last end.

Beat. She spreads her arms out and begins humming. The melody is soft and sweet. She sways. After a 30 seconds her eyes dart open. Her eyes are locked straight. She does not blink or look away.

ANGELI.(Ferociously) He had no idea where he had come from or where he was going, but he was determined to get there.

BRYANT Quickly slaps then rubs the back of his head as if he had been stung. Beat.

BRYANT. (Writing) And that was surely about to change.

ANGELI. Your options are limited. My song is singing in its own right.

BRYANT. (Writing) The meadow was in full bloom this year. And some things are worth fighting for.

ANGELI. It is hidden now.

ANGELI AND BRYANT. I can feel my pulse.

(BRYANT checks his pulse on his neck. Baffled, he returns to his notepad.)

ANGELI. (Smirking to herself) It will be like a game. (Making a grand gesture) But even he couldn’t help but laugh.

BRYANT laughs suddenly, surprising himself.
ANGELI rubs her arms as if to warm herself.


BRAYANT. Why did it have to be this hot?

ANGELI. He just needed to find something worth asking for.

Frustrated BRYANT stands and looks at the notepad in his hand. He sighs. He impulsively writes something else, looks at it, and scratches it out. ANGELI giggles mockingly. BRYANT cringes and rips out the top pages of the notepad and throws them into the fire. ANGELI disappears in a waft of smoke. Beat.


BRYANT. The knowledge of its demise is enough. 

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